ASHLEY’S POV
I woke up with my phone still in my hand.
My fingers were stiff, like I’d been holding it all night without realizing it. The screen was dim now, but the message was burned into my mind so clearly I didn’t need to look at it again.
That’s where everything began.
Five words. Just five. And somehow they had wrecked my entire night.
I stared at the ceiling. My heart was already beating too fast, like it had been running before I even opened my eyes. I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, my mind dragged me right back to that message. Who sent it? Why now? What exactly began at Mark’s house?
I read the message again anyway, my thumb hovering over the screen. I had memorized every curve of the letters, every space between the words. I kept hoping that if I stared at
